*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

"Shit!!!" My forehead is bloody. In my rage I smashed my head into the wall. They arranged a marriage without telling me! I'm so stupid! Flara Andrane, Andrane is the name of those from the royal family! How could I be so... just... shit.

Not only does she hate me, she is my fiancée and a princess... I bashed her face in... I might end up beheaded! This is... shit!

"Jeez boyo, calm down. All you need to do to win her heart and keep your head is dominate her. Women are simple. They aren't so scary." This isn't going to go well... 

***

It was several hours ago my grandfather convinced me to win Flara's heart via domination... I figured my grandfather was an expert in those kinds of things...

Why am I the one tied to the bed! Let me out of here. I can't move! I'm tied to the bed! Flara is standing over me... dressed in tight leather... she is holding a whip. Fuck.

I don't even really know how it ended up this way to begin with... it just did. Her face is perfectly fine though, it seems there is nothing a little magic can't fix. Thinking that makes me feel worse! Nothing magic can't fix?! What about this twisted situation!

"You know you don't have to do this... actually... mind telling me what is going on here... seriously... I already apologized... untie me... please..." I'm now trying to worm my way out of this situation using words since magic won't help. And my curse is sealed thanks to the robe I'm wearing. Fuck.

"Don't talk. This is your punishment." She looks pissed.

She walks over to a dresser and opens a drawer. She is holding... a pair of her underwear... um... I'm confused. Help... 

She is walking over to me. "Just shut up." She now is leaning over... I can't get away! She opens my mouth with both her hands and kisses me... I can feel her tongue inside my mouth... I don't know what is going on anymore.

Fuck. She just shoved her underwear into my open mouth. I've been gagged! If only she wasn't so sexy... I'm fighting the fact I'm enjoying this, if only little, at the moment. Fuck. 

She wipes a string of spit off of her mouth. "That was my first kiss. You took it from me. *cracking of whip*" I'm dead. I'm going to die. What did I do to deserve this?! 

She strangled me for touching her... now she kisses me and blames me for it! This is injustice damn it! I look over at the other bed because I simply give up... he is there... damn you! You did this didn't you!

My grandfather is under the other bed and he is holding a memory stone... it records the memory of whatever the user is viewing at the time. Blackmail! He is going to use that video to blackmail me! Damn you, old fucker! 

Flara just took out some small candles, half an inch tall. Suddenly she presses a marking on my robe right over my heart. My robe suddenly moves on its own... it is now only covering my lower half. How? Wait! He told her about my robe's functions! They were planning this!

She just turned off the mana lamp... it's dark. I can't see...

She lights the candles with her fire magic. She just placed them on my chest... there are about a dozen small candles on my bare chest... Help me... She is preparing her whip... and extra rope... 

I have to get out of this somehow... I could use that spell... I don't know if it will work... but considering my curse, I might accidentally kill her if they have the same power. I activate the spell to manipulate shit, it's a risk I must take. 

*low grumble~*

"I'll be right back, I have to visit the little girls room~!" Don't gimme that cute act! All my magic could do was upset your stomach... fuck. Even after mastering it this is all huh... I don't know what I'm complaining about or what I even expected really.

She swiftly left the room and closed the door behind her. I tug on the ropes with all the strength in my arms and shoulders. Come on! I only have so much time! Fuck. I'm going to be roasted!

Some of the candles fell off my chest, setting the bed sheets ablaze. I'm going to seriously die like this? Tied to a bed and cooked to death as my grandfather watches while filming the whole thing? Damn. My rage is taking over! Fuck this whole situation! Fuck everyone and everything. I can't die in such a pathetic manner! I must control my anger, I have to stay conscious. 

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*crack*

The flames are licking my side when I hear the sound of victory. The bed frame is cracking. I give it some more force, I can feel the rope digging into my wrists. Come on damn you! 

*SNAP*

I broke the bedposts. My arms are free. I'm now untying my ankles. These flames are burning me damn it! I'm now standing next to the bed. I untie my wrists. I spit out the gag. Her underwear is surprisingly soft... wait, enough of that for now! 

"Hey old fart I know you are there, you have a water stone don't you?" In response I heard the sound something smooth sliding across the floor. I pick it up. Crazy old man. I pour water all over the bed. Now the fire is out and I have to escape. 

I try to crawl under the bed however the entrance is closed, my grandfather is gone, and it's locked. Damn him. 

Should I hide? Should I try to run? Shit! I took too long.

I can hear the door opening, and it's dark. I hide myself in the dark corner near the door. The door opens. 

She turns her head in confusion before turning on a mana lamp. "Darn it! How did he get away! Humph!" She is now stomping in anger. This is my chance!

I sneak up behind her and put her into a choke hold. Hehehe... she is clawing at my arm, she has no sense to use her magic she is so panicked, I can her tears. She must be so confused about how this happened. She just lost consciousness. I'm holding her limp body in my arm. I lay her down on the bed that wasn't set on fire. I'm turning to leave. I see the rope and whip she was prepping before...

I look at her sleeping face... her blazing red hair... her stunning figure... And her flesh is being tightly squeezed by that leather outfit. This is... quite the dilemma... I can still hear the old man's words... "all you need to do to win her heart and keep your head is dominate her." I really want to keep my head... I pick up the rope. It is time to let myself go for once I suppose.

***

I had started venting my frustrations on Flara a couple hours ago. She is now tied up, albeit not as skillfully as gramps but whatever. She has her limbs tied to the bedposts. The leftover rope is squeezing her curves. She looks... sexy. 

She woke up about fifteen minutes ago, furious. A fiery girl. However, I seriously couldn't control myself. I think being like my grandfather might not... wait... what am I thinking. Ah, too late now, I already tied her up. I put a blindfold on her to boot. What now... I'm just kind of sitting here looking at her... I'm scum. I'm nothing more than shit aren't I? At the moment Flara is just lying there... tears running down her cheeks... I thought this would be more enjoyable... 

Is it because I'm not heartless? Am I simply meant to suffer and never return the favor? Her fearful expression is breaking my heart. I am now next to her. I'm laying down at her side and embracing her. I want to comfort her... I don't know why. Is this love? I don't think so. 

She is startles and cries out a little. I whisper into her ear gently, "I'm sorry..."

I get up and grab a small knife, meant to open letters. I slide down the blindfold. Her scarlet eyes are sparkling with tears. Beautiful. Out of the heat of the moment I kiss her gently on the lips. "Now we are even. You went and stole a kiss from me." I swiftly cut the rope binding her arms and leave her with those words.

Walking down the hallway I can't help but think about what love really is. Is it a connection with another person? Probably. Is it irreplaceable? I doubt it. Is it difficult to handle? Not quite sure. Is love just a load of shit people feed you to make you think that they are happy? I think I have found my answer. Love is... shit! 

{CHAPTER END}

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Word from the author: Sorry, short chapter. This chapter and last one are pretty much just build up because I would like to have a plot. Not much to say really. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Or not I guess that's ok too, just kidding if you didn't like this then fuck you... just kidding? ;)